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Ragnarr Spoiler:
Following Svein's gaze you can see that some of the logs near the bottom are resting very precariously. A good kick could send the whole pile tumbling down. There is no sign of any other enemies.
Svein lets forth a stream of oaths but still manages to dodge Vladimir's blow. Hastily he counterattacks but the young knight easily evades the warrior's wild swing. Svein then backs away (5' foot step) his sword at the ready. ALL:
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Just before he stepped away you caught Svein gazing at the lumber pile to your right and a curved grin spread across his face
Following the din of battle and bloody oaths Ragnarr and Dorvarr come rushing around the corner amidst the maze of lumber stacks. A solitary fighter clad in a worn chain shirt and brandishing a broadsword stands engaged with Hrafn and Vladimir. Hrafn appears grievously wounded and above the two of you can discern atop the lumber piles the slouching figure of a goblin retreating from the fray. The swordsman seeing you approach curses loudly. Initiative Goblin 20
The goblin moves with frantic speed though limping badly away from the melee.
Svein ducks your lunge and with the speed of a striking serpent comes thrusting upwards. The sword bites deep tearing a great bloody gash along Hrafn's torso. Svein roars exultingly.
Ragnarr nods and quietly follows in the footstep's of Thor's servant. Following the sounds of shouts and melee the two of you at a full run should be able to reach Vladimir and Hrafn the following round.
Vladimir with a quick thrust upwards jabs the goblin through the leg causing the creature to howl in anguish. He stumbles atop the lumber withdrawing from melee and barely clinging to life. As Hrafn maneuvers around Svein the big man grunts in reply "You'll get yours pup!, You'll get yours!"
. You quickly staunch the bleeding of the two unconcious guards. They were wounded badly but should survive.
Hrafn springs from the shadows and with a mighty swing brings his cudgel down but at the last second Svein sidesteps the blow and the club slams into the lumber pile.
The camp seems to be holding for the moment. The roof of the barracks is raging fire but looks like Bjalfi got his men out in time. Bjalfi's men are regrouping under cover near the northern end. Some men are rushing around looking like they are taking a circuitous route to the forests where the goblin archers remain hidden. You've dispatched the goblin band that penetrated from the west and there seems to be no futher signs of attack from that side.
Svein eyes you uncertainly for a moment and then his face twists into a snarl. "Not bloody likely... NOW!" As Svein shouts, his sword uplifted, a goblin springs up into sight atop the lumber pile to your right with spear drawn and ready... Surpise Round Initiative Goblin 20
The goblin hurls the spear downwards striking Vladimir in the back and biting deep into his flesh. Regular Initiatve (following round)
The last goblin is hemmed in and the creature maddeningly screams obsecenties in his harsh goblin tongue. With the guidance of Thor and a large does of wrath you just catch the fleet goblin as your hammer strikes the side of his head. The goblin is sent reeling back and falls into the fire a bloody ruin. The battle seems to stop for a moment as you stand over your slain enemies catching your breath. There are no further signs of goblins across the western flank. To the north the barracks are consumed by flame and a barrage of arrows continue to rain. Bjalfi and Olaf have herded the survivors behind cover and you can see the hulking figure of Bjalfi barking orders to his men. Last you saw, Vladimir and Hrafn had dissapeared into the maze of lumber stacks.
As the goblin warrior is struck a slight gurgling cry issues from his lips and he then crumples down onto the ground. Bjalfi's guards flank the second goblin and though the first guard's axe swing is nimbly evaded the other catches the creature across the legs and fells the raider.
Hrafn edges around the corner of a lumber stack withdrawing to the shadows cudgel in hand. You two hear a pair of footsteps and a man appears forty feet away emerging from a side aisle. He is a large brutish figure clad in a worn suit of chain emblazoned with the pale horse (Halfdean's symbol) upon his chest. Svein's muscular arms are adorned with a few silver arm rings. His head is shaven but he sports a black forked beard. A hefty broadsword in hand, he stops eying Vladimir with a cold stare.
Hrafn
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Listen 10+7=17, You hear a pair of padding footsteps emanating from atop the lumber pile near you.
Hrafn edges by a corner of the lumber pile in the shadows cudgel in hand.
The two of you hear a pair of footsteps and from around a corner forty feet a man appears. He is a large brutish figure with sword in hand. He stands for a moment eying Vladimir with a cold stare.
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You discern a pair of light padding footsteps emanating from above atop the lumber pile on your side.
Your footing goes off as the soil is slick with human and goblin blood making your swing go wide. The one goblin on Dorvarr fares no better as he too nearly slips on the blood-soaked ground.
[ooc] Some pretty sweet rolls..
Vlad and Hrafn Spoiler:
Within the cramped aisles of the lumberstacks the din of battle recedes.
Otherwise Top of Rnd Western Flank - same status, three goblins remain, two original guards unconcious, two new guards have joined to aid you in previous rnd
As Ragnarr's fury grows the power of his swings though strong are a tad reckless and the goblin raises his shield in time to ward the blow. Remaining init: Vladimir
Status on the field: Western flank Only three goblins remain in the pitched melee at the bonfire. Ragnarr and Dorvarr continue to fight and are now aided by the two guards from the watchtower. Two of the original guards lie bleeding and unconcious. Barracks The roof is quickly burning and Bjalfi and Olaf have gotten most out and are trying to regroup the men for an attack on the goblin archers in the forest. Lumber Stacks Hrafn and Vladimir have dissapeared running into the narrow alleys of the lumber piles. A goblin corpse lies visible out in the open by the first pile.
With Thor's guidance your hammer slams into the goblin facing you and caves in the creature's skull. One of the far goblins shouts something in their black tongue and though the remaining goblins are showing signs of nervousness they hold their position.Anyone who speaks goblin Spoiler:
"No running or you're heads will decorate the Chief's tent!" The goblin that barked his command to the others lunges with surprising speed and his spear end catches the last standing guard. The spear thrusts deep into his abdomen and he falls to the ground unconscious with a cry.
The first creature's thrust is wide of the mark yet the second howling in frenzy strikes the half-orc a solid blow piercing his shoulder. The two guards from the watchtower close in, swinging their swords. Guard 1 rushes to help Ragnarr, the other Dorvarr. (both flank) Guard 1 atk 3+2+2=5
The second guard strikes a glancing blow on the goblin engaged with Dorvarr. The other's swing misses as the creature quickly ducks.
Hrafn moves down the narrow alleys of the lumber piles coming up behind Vladimir. HrafnSpoiler:
Byr flies quickly over the lumber stacks and lets out an alarmed call as the hawk flits over the far end of the lumber pile. The distance is roughly 150 feet from your present position. Vladimir
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The voices you heard after the goblin's last cry have suddenly gone quiet.
In that case, Vlad charges the withdrawing goblin as soon as he gets a chance.
The young knight charges after the fleeing goblin down the muddy alley of the lumber stacks. With a burst of speed your sword comes swinging down on the back of the cowardly creature nearly splitting him in twain. A brief pathetic cry and the goblin slams into the logs in a heap. Vladimir
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As you stand over the goblin corpse you can hear a gruff voice of a human barking "Bloody goblins! I told you wait for the signal. Get that oil over here!" The voice sounds like it is coming from futher on amidst the maze of lumber piles
Western flank As Dorvarr fells one of his opponents the two remaining goblins lash out with ferocity.
The two goblins on the guard weave and lunge but their blows are warded by the guard's agile movement.
Ragnarr dispatches one of the two goblins engaged with Dorvarr. With the appearance of another warrior the goblins visibly quail in fear.
Hrafn rushes to the lumber stacks to aid Vladimir. The pungent smell of oil wafts from the soil near the felled goblin. Hrafn's blow misses and the goblin yelps in fear. Shouting, "Big One! Help me!" he turns to flee (withdraw as a full action) down the aisles of the lumber stacks.
Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Vladimir espying the shadowy figures rushes towards the lumber stacks. As he howls his war cry one of the two figures (clearly more goblins) turns to look, dropping his flask in alarm as he readies for the onslaught. The young knight bats away his opponent's parry and his sword cleaves into the goblin throwing the creature back. He slumps against the lumber pile and gradually drops sitting on the ground staring emptily. A thick smell of oil wafts from where the goblin had dropped the flask. His companion growls in fury.The two guards from the watchtower seeing the battle finished in the perimiter rush to aid Dorvarr and the western flank (will arrive in 1 more round)
Goblin turn The last of the charging goblins lunges at Hrafn in a wild desparate flail.
Western Flank By the west bonfire, the goblin band closes in on the last standing guard while three break off against Dorvarr the newcomer.
The first goblin lunges with his spear and by luck his point drives through the cleric's scale mail but does not bite deeply. The second goblin falls far wide of the mark. While the third his movement crowded misses as well. The last standing guard darts to and fro nimbly dodging the spear thrusts of the verminous goblins but a last lunge catches him ripping into his side. The man screams in pain but remains on his feet even if nearly completely weakened by his wounds. He swings his sword in a wild arc cleanly driving his blade through his assailant's chest ripping out through the creature's back. He has no time to exult though as the enraged goblins press about him and the others continue their attack against Dorvarr.
Dorvarr closes across the field towards the circle of goblins. His hammer swing goes wide as the goblin nimbly ducks the short man's wild attack. The guard roars a war cry emboldened by the arrival of allies. His felled companion continues to wheeze and gasp for air on the ground as his blood seaps into the soil. Alas nothing can be done for the third guard you can see now plainly as the wretch lies cleaved on the ground.
Hrafn's swing slams into the goblin who almost checks the wild man's blow with his shield but the cudgel catches him across the chin. A vicious sound of snapping bone and cartilage follows as the goblin's jaw is shattered. Bloodied, the goblin still stands, albeit with a dazed stagger.
Two goblins remain engaged with Hrafn and Ragnarr. Beyond them the two bands of goblins have encircled the guards at the bonfire. A fierce melee rages as the guards though outnumbered and surrounded fight valiantly. Two of the goblins are felled but now only one guard remains standing with a friend at his feet clutching his bloodied stomach and gasping for air. You can hear the macabre yelps and cries of the bloodthirsty goblin warriors as they sense victory. The two guards from the watchtower are rushing to your position. Meanwhile at the northern end of the camp another hail of fiery arrows flies from the darkened forest. Bjalfi and Olaf move to get people to safety and arm the loggers but the fires on the barrack's thatched roof are spreading and gaining in intensity. Spot DC 12
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You see two figures moving in the shadows of the lumber stacks. Spot DC 15
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Both figures are clutching some large flasks or tankards
The three goblins rush across the open field. Two of them roaring in blood frenzy close in with Ragnarr in a flanking position. Hrafn moves quickly across the field and his cudgel catches one of the running goblin's square in the chest sending the creature toppling backwards his chest caved in. Goblin B atk 18+2=20 dam=5[/ooc] The goblin focused on Ragnarr lunges low catching the barbarian in the leg. The spear bites a deep gash and as blood is spilled from Ragnarr's wound the goblin roars triumphantly.
Ragnarr breaks away from the group charging towards the advancing goblin band. He sprints axe high until he crashes into one of the charging goblins. The creature deftly holds his shield up to ward the barbarian's blow. It is to no avail. With brute strength Ragnarr's axe shatters the shield into splinters and his blade bites deep into the goblin's neck. A fountain of blood gushes as the stunned goblin hits the ground twitching and gurgling. The three other goblins roar in anger and move to close in towards the half-orc.The three goblins are out in the open. The ox cart lies nearby (about 40 feet from Ragnarr). "Cut him down at the knees, makes it easier to cut his head off!" shouts one.
The ground is mostly open with little or no cover. An ox-cart does sit halfway between your position and the lumber-stacks. The lumber stacks run for several hundred feet and sit in four rows of five. oooo oooo oooo oooo oooo
Bjalfi roars as he grasps his mace, "Kill the bastards!" he shouts. Olaf slings his bow. Bjalfi looks towards the hail of arrows from the north. "Olaf with me to the north." He raises his voice shouting to the guards at the eastern fire "To me! To the barracks. Get those men out of there." The giant looks to you, "Take my two men from the watchtower with you. Do you think you can help to the west? Svein's by the lumber stacks if he's betrayed us gut the bastard where he stands. I've got to help my men."
The layout: The camp is situated on a stretch of plains. The woods stretch along the north and west side of the camp. The watchtower and road access lies at the southern end. Several stacks of lumber are situated two hundred feet to the west from the watchtower. The barracks are near the northern perimiter. The east is open plain that runs along the valley floor.
The edge of the forest to the north is roughly 1000 feet from your position. Judging by the hail of arrows there is probably at least 8 goblin archers. The barracks which not yet enflamed lie 700 feet from your position. Three guards and two dogs were watching this side. One guard has been skewered by a goblin arrow. Two guards are at the bonfire at the eastern perimiter. At the fire Bjalfi and Olaf are with you and two other guards were left posted at the watchtower.
As you stand the night sky becomes alight with a host of flaming arrows from the northern woods. The fiery missiles strike down upon the thatched roof of the barracks. The camp descends into chaos as screams resound and men shout desparately. From the west a band of goblins brandishing wicked spears and wooden shields charge the pickets. You can discern at least three bands of four apiece at that end. Two groups swoop down upon the one fire circle while the third continues into the camp. The guards brandish their weapons quickly but many of the loggers are ill prepared for such a dreadful onslaught. In the north numbers cannot be gleaned as the force remains screened by the trees whilst they rain arrows down upon the camp. However the sound of wolves howling echoes through the trees.
Bjalfi wipes his mouth after finishing his leg of mutton. "It looks like its been a hard march from Raudurfoss but would any of ye care to shed some light on why ye've a goblin in tow?"
As you inspect the dagger you notice Breggir makes a warding gesture across his face. His eyes widen and his expression is troubled. Examining the weapon, you appraise its worth is significant. It is an old blade but it stil retains its edge and hardness. The expert craftsmanship used to forge such blades is all but vanished from the present world. On a guess you would expect such an item in light of its age, metal and craftsmanship to fetch perhaps 400gp.
The food and drink while not extravagant by any standards sates your appetite and judging by the richness of your belches hits the spot. As you can scan about the logging camp you can see there is still a reasonable amount of activity. Many of the loggers are retiring for the night while the sentries begin picket duty by the large bonfires (one planted in in the east, north, south and west). Your keen ears betray nothing unusual save the occassional bark of the guard's dogs, a raven's cry and other such mundane noises. Darkness descends and the shadows of the black forest of Darkmoon deepen and thicken.As you listen to Ox's good-natured banter you do not detect any insencerity though he does seem troubled and often glances in the direction of the Darkmoon forest.
Breggir nods submissively to Vladimir's intonation. He casts several nervous glances at the armed guards and remains close to the knight. As you pass the guards, they look down at the captive goblin. "Make sure you keep a tight leash on him or we'll have him roasting on a spit." growls one of the men.
A booming voice sounds back at your greeting, "Kjelsbergsson! You earsling!" A mountain of a man appears from around the corner of the watchtower. Clad in a leather jerkin, the man is at least six and a half feet tall with big beefy arms but a corpulent gut. His blazing red hair is a tangle, and a great bushy, untamed beard adorns his worn and scarred face. He holds a leg of mutton in one hand, and his shield in the other. VladimirSpoiler:
You recognize this man as Bjalfi, also known as "The Ox". He is one of Halfdeane's men from Brattahlid. He has a reputation as a stout warrior who has fought in dozens of shield-walls. He is also known as a champion wrestler and a teacher of arms at Brattahlid. Despite his fierceness in battle, Bjalfi is often joked about as a "big softie" and a little bit 'simple'. "And who else do you got with you there? Goblins? I haven't seen any..." The giant pauses as he catches sight of Breggir, "... except the one you got there." You see the other guards react, gripping their weapons tightly. "A prisoner?" asks the man. "All right I smell something's afoot. String up that vermin over here. Why don't you all come in I've got some nice mutton and stew on the fire. Take a load off and tell me your tale." He beckons you over and adds "Oh name's Bjalfi, people just call me Ox. Sent here by the noble Lord Halfdeane to keep an eye on his precious timber. Thought having me sit out freezing my arse off in the middle of nowhere would be suitable punishment for a few hasty words to his daughter after some cups of mead..." He winks and lets out a bellowing laugh as he beckons you to the warmth of a glowing fire nearby.
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